The master, at my earnest solicitation, examined his vessel, and though he prefers the coal tar, yet he told me, there were shells sticking on, and that a very thin coat of stuff, if any, remained.

Come then, threap kindnesse yet apon thy King, Tell him that in the prison thou wilt sing His praises

Thy smoking altar shall be fat with food / Of incense and the grateful steam of blood; / Burnt-offerings morn and evening shall be thine, / And fires eternal in thy temple shine.

Some people will tell you that this position may allow inhalation of posset, but there is no evidence to support this.